My time with their half-witted reviews
Saw the bombs on the news
I bring the heat like the
You made me wanna
So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
She said she's never had a man
Still the man with the pan
Hoes i need a condom for my toast
Here's the answer and the antidote:
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back
I spitting bars the metronome the money machine
We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between
The bigger the the fun
And i know that you're open
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